Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.